Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, check out
it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
East east, west, south south..

dj hurricane]
I got that east connect, west coast connect
Dirty south connect, so show some
When my niggaz comin through you see we correct
Who are you, what you do, who you to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to call we fall out
The police have some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're small time, three on
Cause you ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm to write the phrase that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of
Preach what you
we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, me smoke
And the first nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul
To yo' block, or streets, we all gon' hang
We like to and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the paint job
Import up and down the highway
Old transportin straight through the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat knot short sess the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, rapper
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old girbauds
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To north to the west to the south
If it's war that you want just the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to
If you build right you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray bullets all

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, mixed
Top dollar now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic
Styles, multiply like japanese
Cut cause - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york slippers and the south wearin hoodies

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, it
Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south)
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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